Breakfast at Castle McToot

The mice all woke up, early and bright

And checked poor Sachmo had had a good night.

He sat up in bed. So much better

‘Sachmo. You’re well. I think we should get a

Hearty breakfast to set you right.

You must be hungry after such a fright.’

Sachmo nodded and got out of bed,

While Twangy looked at the bump on his head.

‘Come on everyone. I think it’s this way,’

And off they went to start their day.

They wandered downstairs to find their friend.

They walked the house from end to end

And went through rooms very fast

Until they found the kitchen at last.

Hamish was standing stirring a pot.

‘Good morning, young mice. Yon porridge is hot’

‘Porridge?’ they said. ‘We’ve never had that,’

While Hamish filled bowls with a great big splat.

Now the mice had never had porridge before

And so they weren’t terribly sure

How to eat the thick stodgy mess,

But they each of them tried their very best.

Bongo picked up a small, salt pot.

Then spotted the sugar, not sure what

He should have with porridge the best.

He tried them both then had a test.

The salt had made it awfully bitter

And made him jump so his elbow hit a

Corner of the table, and, Oh no!

Porridge landed on his best bongo.

Twangy was careful with his bowl

And decided that hot was better than cold.

He bent down low and thought he’d cry.

He still got porridge on his fancy new tie.

Fiddlina ate hers bending down low

But still got dollops in her nice shiny bow.

Tich sat and watched from one to the other

As Tina flicked hers at her brother.

Tupper endured it as long as he dare,

Then tipped his porridge in Tina’s hair.

Quiffy watched the mice carefully

To try to figure out a way that he

Could eat his porridge. Oh despair!

He still combed a blob of it into his hair.

Keys took his gloves off before tucking in.

He scooped and he stirred with a terrible din.

With every scrape of food from the bowl

He got more porridge on his fresh bread roll.

Sachmo of course, faired no better.

He thought his needed to be wetter.

He poured in milk. Stirred it round

And half his porridge went on the ground.

Monty stood back and watched a bit

Then a dollop of porridge swiftly hit

Him on the specs. He left the fuss

And took some toast to the Bongo bus.

Hamish stood and watched in awe.

He’d never seen such a mess before.

‘you poor wee mice have missed a treat.

It’s obvious ye’ve never had porridge to eat.

Let’s get cleaned up and make a snack

Then take a walk to the lake and back.’

The mice washed and swept and wiped and cleaned

Until the kitchen once more gleamed.